Aug 4, 2020
i've never felt at home on this planet but i get closer to it when i'm with you
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i've never felt at home on this planet but i get closer to it when i'm with you
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There's only so much you can do and say under the pressures of captivity, a feeling of restraint so suffocating there's no breaking free. A breath here and there, flooding your lungs with the intoxicating sense of being alive, fanning a flame that will only grow the more the oxygen within you dissipates.
Those first moments of blind rage, a sense of release unlike like anything I had felt before, falling from such a high in a spiral. A buzzing from every angle, panicked shouts and sprinting steps, an excruciating pain as I was forced into my prison once more.
Again, the sense of freedom is no longer mine. Even so, a flame was ignited and will continue to burn until satisfied.
a weeping star glows gently, far above me. how dearly i wish i could comfort them.
i love you to the moon and back.
i love you to the moon and back.
i love you to the moon and back.
let’s sit outside and look at the stars. let’s look out into a galaxy filled with light. it makes me homesick to do alone, but you make me feel like i belong here.
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wander into the cornfields with me. we’re going home.
Fear is difficult to explain. The fear of heights, tight spaces, the fear of being alone, abandonment. It’s all fear, yet it collects in different ways, presenting in rational and irrational manners.
Acrophobia, claustrophobia, autophobia.
Perhaps that’s noticed after years of pain, being tossed aside carelessly once all purpose has been drained from the soul.
You begin to notice the ticks, the anxiety that manifests, your own aggression. Why would I allow someone to get close, when all they will do is leave?
don't you wonder, dear? don't you wonder where you come from?